Mind you, this didn't looklike some bird's house - where the fuck was I?I went over to the door, intending to peer out and see what could beseen, but ...here was no handle. It looked to be a tough door, too, notlike a domestic door in a house. Oh Christ - this was looking bad -it seemed to be some sort of cell. What the fuck had I done lastnight, to get arrested?Another problem was presenting itself now, too - I needed to piss.All guys do, when they first get up, don't they? So I banged on. What I got was not formal instruction per se, but rather lessons were imparted as we were engaged in other pursuits. If I said something improperly, or with the wrong accent or vocabulary or pronunciation, I was corrected immediately. If I repeated the mistake, I was punished, although lightly.As well, we were taught how to walk properly, which few people ever learn. We had to look proud, but not arrogant; elegant, but not entitled; and seductive without being obvious about it. Learning how to. “So, even though I’m straight, if I pick a man’s name, I still fuck him and do other things with him. Well, what did I always say? Straight men should try gay sex at least once, lesbians straight sex once, straight women lesbian sex at one point, and gay men straight sex, too. Time for me to practice what I preach, I guess, given that there are more men than women here, so there is a strong chance of drawing a man’s name. Whatever happens, I like the idea,” Giovanni declared.“And I’m a straight. Ryan paused in his advances for a moment to admire her amazing body. She was stretched out before him wearing nothing but a tiny, red thong. The little scrap of fabric clung tightly to her body, her hip bones sticking out slightly above the line of the panties. In unison, they each removed their last remaining article of clothing. Ryan hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slid them off. Allison playfully slid her panties off, and then spread her long, smooth legs. Ryan.